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Absolutely wild to me how sometimes you don't even realize the way you'd been taught to perceive things as a kid was kinda fucked up, actually, until decades later.

Example:

As a kid, I constantly lived in fear of damaging shit in my parent's house. The walls. The floors (especially the floors. The wood was beautiful. Shiny. But so easy to scratch). The cabinets.

As a sixteen-year-old, I once took my car to the dealership after work and paid a very dear sum of $250 ($10/hr cashier salary) to fix a slight scratch in the paint because I knew if my father saw it there would be hell to pay. It didn't matter that I parked far out, like I'd been taught, and someone scratched it anyway. It was my fault. I failed in my duties as a steward of my vehicle.

Every time I scratched a rim on a curb while parallel parking or got a door ding or, god forbid, didn't wash and vacuum that car every weekend, it was treated like some sort of moral failing.

Last year, when my husband and I first moved into our house, he scraped the side of our car when parking in our (Very Narrow) garage. When he told me, my first instinct was to be afraid for him. Like something terrible was going to happen to him because of this mistake. I urgently reassured him that it was okay, it was an accident, I wasn't mad. Baffled, he was like, "Yeah? I know? Like, thank you for the reassurance, but I'm only a little annoyed, I'm not upset. It's just a car." And I had to take several minutes to process that. It's...just a car.

We keep the car tidy. We maintain it. But we wash it maybe 4x a year. We only vacuum it after dirty road trips or when the dog hair starts to get annoying. It has scrapes and dings and the leather seats have stains. But that's ok. Because it's just a car.

This morning, I realized that a small rock had gotten embedded in the felt foot on one of our bar stools. Neither of us had noticed. There are now scratches on our beautiful hardwood floor. My immediate response was fear accompanied by a heavy measure of paralyzing guilt. "I'm so sorry," I told my husband, "I should have noticed. I'll figure out how to fix it, I swear. I can probably sand down that section and match the stain and--"

"Whoa, hey," he said. "It was an accident. And it's fine. Floors are going to get damaged. They're floors. We live here. There was damage in places before we even bought the house, remember? It's not a big deal. It's just a floor." Right. It's just a floor. Right.

My husband's mom is visiting and this afternoon, as I was sitting in the kitchen looking at the scratches on the floor, I offhandedly asked her if my husband had ever broken or damaged anything as a kid. "Of course," she said. Household items. A TV. A wrecked car during his teen years. I asked how she punished him.

"Why would I punish him for things like that?" she said. "They were all accidents."

Right. Of course. Right.

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distressing things to say to your friends

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Everybody in, we’re hitting the road!

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Every time i see this the part that makes me lose it is in the line breaks when there is no sound but cameras clicking, for some reason the no audience response just shutter clicks is so funny.

just remembered this old clickhole video i used to be obsessed with

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Hes been Schübert for like two weeks now

Things I called my parent’s corgi today:

Gorpus collosum

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Your majesty,

Only Paolo can take this

And this

And give you….

✨A PRINCESS✨

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you know i keep that mf thang on me

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The Apache's Supper, 1901, by Louis Legrand

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jokes to make after failure that aren’t self-deprecating:

I’m the best to ever do it

Nobody saw that (best if said loudly)

No one’s ever done it like me

I could be President/they should make me President

Behold, a mere fraction of my power!

The public wants to be me soooooo bad

I’m an expert in (thing you just failed at)

How could this have happened to god’s favorite princess?

Nothing ibuprofen and a glass of water cant fix

I’m being sabotaged

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Found the wildest fb marketplace listing in Cincinnati ohio. They have like 7 pink crystal furby babies, what the heckkkkk

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Got this lil rl cheetah on poshmark and thought the photos just made him look all squished but no, hes just smashed and tiny for some reason?! (Shown next to a jt dragon)

His name is Squart

He seems to work just fine

Glad I got him, hes been on there at least since last november, i did lowball them because he was overpriced.

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Everyone on this webbed sight with the blorbos from their shows

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Got this lil rl cheetah on poshmark and thought the photos just made him look all squished but no, hes just smashed and tiny for some reason?! (Shown next to a jt dragon)

His name is Squart

He seems to work just fine

Glad I got him, hes been on there at least since last november, i did lowball them because he was overpriced.

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And I didn’t talk to him ever again

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Trying to translate “Why am I the way I am?” into Furbish and the closest I can get is “Doo kah boh tay kah boh?”, which is literally “Why I be like I be?” and that cracks me up hahaha

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